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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.