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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.