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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
DNA,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.