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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.