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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.