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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.