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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.