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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
PIL,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.