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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.