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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.