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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.