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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Nico,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.