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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.