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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.