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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.