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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.