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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Gong,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.