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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.