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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.