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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.