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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.