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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.