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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.