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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.