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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Fear,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.