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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.