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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.