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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.