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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.