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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.