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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.