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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.