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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
John Cale,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.