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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.