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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.