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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.