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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.