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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.