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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.