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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Pole,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.