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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.