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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.