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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.