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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Crime,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Can,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.