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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.