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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.