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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.