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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.