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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Cure to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Brick,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.