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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Cluster,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.