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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.