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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
MC5,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.