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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.