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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.