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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.