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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.