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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.