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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.