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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.