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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.