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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.