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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.