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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.