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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.