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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.