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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.