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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.