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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.