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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.