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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.