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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.