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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.