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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
MDC,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.