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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.