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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
UT,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.