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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.