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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.