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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.