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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 Delhi and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Visage,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.