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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.