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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.