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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.