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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.