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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.