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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
JFA,
Qualms,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Index,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.