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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.