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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Monks,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.