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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.