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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.