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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.