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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.