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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.