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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.