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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
CMW,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.