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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.