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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.