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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.