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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.