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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.