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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.