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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.