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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.