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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.