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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.