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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.