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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.