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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.