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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.