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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Ten City to the disco 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.