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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.