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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.