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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.