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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.