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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.