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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.