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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.