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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.