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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.