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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.