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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.