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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Index,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.