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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
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 Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Smog,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
DNA,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.