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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.