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 India and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.