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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.