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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.