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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.