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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.