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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.