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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.