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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.