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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Skarface,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.