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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Ronan,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.