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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.