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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gories to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.