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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 MDC to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.