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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Slave,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.