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 France 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.