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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.