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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.