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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.