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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Fear,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.