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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.