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 Vietnam 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.