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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
June Days,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.