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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.