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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.