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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.