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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Shoche,
CMW,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.