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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.