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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.