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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.