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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.