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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.