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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.