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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.