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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.