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 Fiji 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.