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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.