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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.