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 Libya 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Audionom,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.