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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.