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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Visage,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.