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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.