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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.