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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
AZ,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.