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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Q65,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.