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 Dominica 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.