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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.