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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
X-101,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.