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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.