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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.