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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.