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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.