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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.