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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.