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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.