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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.