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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.