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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.