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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Can,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.