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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.