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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.