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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
JFA,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.