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 San Marino 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.