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 Germany and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.