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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
JFA,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.