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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Franke,
Mars,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.