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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.