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 Armenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.