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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.