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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.