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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Wings to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Motorama,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.