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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.