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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.