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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.