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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.