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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.