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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
The Victims,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.