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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.