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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.