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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.