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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Japan,
Pylon,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.