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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.