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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.