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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.