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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.