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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Nico to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Gap Band,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.