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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.