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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.