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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Index,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.