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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.