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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.