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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.