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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.