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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.