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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.