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 Spain 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
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Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.