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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Japan,
Echospace,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.