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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
June Days,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.