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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.