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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.