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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.