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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.