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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.