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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.