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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.