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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.