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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.