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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.