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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.