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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.