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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.