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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.