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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.