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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.