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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Names,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.