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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.