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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.