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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.