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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.