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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.