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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.