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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.