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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
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.