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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.