Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.