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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.