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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.