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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.