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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.