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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.