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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.