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 China and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Slits to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.