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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.