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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.