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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.