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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.