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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.