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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.