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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.