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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.