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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.