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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.