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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.