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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.