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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Pagans,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.