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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Wings,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.