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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.