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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.