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 Laos and from London.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.