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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
10cc,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Nas,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.