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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.