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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.