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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.