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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.