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 Singapore and from London.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.