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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.