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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Cymande,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.