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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.