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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.