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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.