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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.