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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
cv313,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.