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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.