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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.