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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.