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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
X-102,
The Leaves,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.