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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.