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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Franke,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.