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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
ABC,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.