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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.