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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.