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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Q65,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.