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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.