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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.