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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.