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 Syria 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.