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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.