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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.