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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.