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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.