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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Gong,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.