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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.