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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.