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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.