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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.