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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.