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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.