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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.