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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.