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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.