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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Section 25,
JFA,
Scientists,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.