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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.