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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.