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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.