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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Scion to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.