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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.