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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.