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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.