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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.