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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.