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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.