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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.