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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Scion,
Magma,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.