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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.