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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.