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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.