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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.