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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Index,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.