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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.