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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.