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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.