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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.