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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
UT,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.