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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.