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 Beijing.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.