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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Ronan,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.