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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.