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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.