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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.