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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.