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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.