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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
DNA,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.