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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.