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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
AZ,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.