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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.