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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.