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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.