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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.