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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
The Standells,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.