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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Pole,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
UT,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.