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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.