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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.