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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.