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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Wings,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.