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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Slave,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.