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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.