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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 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 Joe Finger 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.