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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.