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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Yaz,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Hoover,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.