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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.