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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Television,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.