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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Nico,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.