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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.