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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
New Order,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.