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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.