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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.