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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
ABC,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.