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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Flipper,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.