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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.