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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.