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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Index,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.