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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Chrome,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.