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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.