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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Nico,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.