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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.