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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.