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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.