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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.