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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.