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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.