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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.