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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.