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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.