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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
June Days,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.