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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.