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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.