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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.