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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.