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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.