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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.