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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers 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?
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.