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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Index,
Qualms,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.