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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.