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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
cv313,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.