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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.