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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Pagans,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.