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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.