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 Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.