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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.