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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.