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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.