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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.