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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
10cc,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.