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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.