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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.