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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.