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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.