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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.