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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Crime,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.