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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.