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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.