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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Khruangbin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Television,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Gong,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.