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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Q65,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.