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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.