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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.