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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.