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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.