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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.