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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.