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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.