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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Interpol to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.