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 Afghanistan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.