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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Franke,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Rekid,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.