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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.