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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.