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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.