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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.