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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
UT,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.