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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Organ,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.