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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 L. Decosne 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.