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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.