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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.