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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.