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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Duran Duran 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.