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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.