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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.