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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.