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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.