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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.