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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
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,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Can,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.