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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.