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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.