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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.