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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.