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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
JFA,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.