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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.