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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.