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 Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.