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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.