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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Television,
Suicide,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.