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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.