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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.