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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.