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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.