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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.