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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.