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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.