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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
ABC,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.