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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.