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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.