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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.