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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.