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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.