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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Can,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.