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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.