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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.