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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.