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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.