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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.