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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.