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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The Index,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.