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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Fear,
Scion,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.