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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.