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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.