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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.