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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Technova,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.