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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.