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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.