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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.