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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
CMW,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.