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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
UT,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.