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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Dead C to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
ABBA,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.