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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.