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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.