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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s 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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.