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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.