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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.