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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.