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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.