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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.