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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.