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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.