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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
AZ,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
The Slits,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.