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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 DNA to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Model 500,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.