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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.