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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Goldenarms 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.