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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.