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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.