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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.