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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.