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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Scion,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.