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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Can,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.