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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.