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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.