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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.