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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.