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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.