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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.