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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.