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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.